Yesterday Vs. Tomorrow

Living for today. But trapped between yesterday's reality and tomorrow's fantasies. 

Letting go of what Ive already done to prepare for what could be.

Yesterday's actions cant be erased. 

So I'm only motivated by previous happenings. 

Analyze, then silently scheme today about tomorrow's premeditated passion. 

Words and sounds on repeat. Today i wont accept Tomorrow's defeat. 

Let me choose my fate, even if the menu offers it bitter sweet.

A continuous mumble of mistakes. A plethora of promises daydreamed awake.

Today is humorous because I survived Yesterday's antics. An unsolved mystery of purpose, ready for Tomorrow's deceit.

Revised versions of myself  multiplied by panic. Distraught by the cloned acceptance my soul seeks.

Yesterday vs. Tomorrow. Today is the referee. 

Blowing whistles the instant my behavior becomes flagrant. 

Controlled moments with robotic thoughts, fearing Tomorrow's fragrance.

The smell of differences, free throwing desires. Yesterday isn't fouled out when Tomorrow's charity holds more chances.

Tomorrow is unwritten, intentions seemingly hidden. Today is anxious, observing abstract visions. Knowing Tomorrow's existence depends on Yesterday's interests. Comparing the regretful lived with the hopeful living. 

 

So who wins? Today i search for that answer. 

Using Yesterday's knowledge to put on Today's display.

Encouraging awareness for Tomorrow's show. 

Tainted scripts, made perfectly for reoccurring actors. 

If i can let go of Yesterday's reaction, I'll rehearse Today to maintain Tomorrow's sanity. I know what I did Yesterday was simple. What I'm doing today to preserve my mental, will marinate with intentions of savoring Tomorrow's seasoning. 

No matter what I did or will do, they both have the respect of Today's reasoning. 

A piece of Me

How do I keep these desires afloat? When what I crave no longer is a choice.

Maybe lie to my reflection, pretend I'm not covered in lust. Shatter the glass that holds a soul's truth to release a crumbling spirit's dust. 

My pearl stays hidden for a reason. but When you dive deep, Slow stroke to the top, every gasp of air you're feening. Swimming in foreign lakes and rivers, allows me to charge your boat with treason. Impregnate my heart so that I may birth love that grows with each season.

I want you to win, but I refuse to lose. Disappointment settles inside, now the main artery is bruised. Beautiful specs of soft whimpers hover above. Every time i unravel, he winds me back Up. Playing yo-yo with our past and present. Dropping wants as needs, only to bounce back without being hesitant.

His commands dripping with power. Running my limbs and thoughts for hours. My Molten mouth melts the fear before its brave devour. These fragments of mental floetry is what I peace together daily. Prayers softly spoken to decipher the real me. Lyrically,  the best experiences happen unexpectedly.

His breath on my clitoris creates such a smoke screen. Vibrations from his tongue always confuse me. Red Herrings courtesy of the Japanese. What have i done to deserve such earth shattering chivalry? He said, "Ladies are supposed to orgasm first. A tsunami of saliva cant be reversed."

The scenario above makes me question my entire existence. On his tongue I live symbolically. Surrounded by several buds, tastes numbed by 3rd degree persistence. What enters the mouth, satisfies the throat so the stomach is less resistant. 

Hunger fulfilled in a poetic instant. Digesting love. 

A piece of me. A part of lust. A plethora of erotic Enigmas that I must keep between Us.